There were dreams once upon a time, dreams now all but forgotten. On sad days I dust them off and fondle them nostalgically, with a patronizing wonder at the naivete of the youth who dreamed them.

I guess I suffer from an impoverishment of the sociopathic spirit necessary to go big time.

A world ought to have a few genuine good guys, and not just a spectrum of people running from bad to worse.

Oh, 'twould be marvelous if the world and its moral questions were like some game board, with plain black players and white, and fixed rules, and nary a shade of grey.

Every ounce of my cynicism is supported by historical precedent.

My favorite sport is female and my favorite food is beer.

Where there is no waste, there is no want.